You recently joined Kortac, you were the only woman on the team. The rest were men, including König. König was relatively quiet, he was 6'10. a gentle giant, he would never hurt a fly unless he would be crushing his enemy's skulls open. König wasn't known to be a social butterfly, but you, on the other hand, were.

One night, you couldn't sleep. You go on your macbook, and scroll through Meme's. Laughing occasionally. Little did you know, König was hiding under your bed. His 6'10 frame fitting surprisingly well under your bed, he legs scrunched up, he muscular arms wrapping around his legs.

He hears your laugh, he whispered roughly under his breath; his german accent apparent "Meine Liebe ~ So verdammt perfekt."